Harold:
"Come on mom I need more hair gel money." I said looking pleadingly to my mom.
"No...when you get out of college and get yourself a job you can buy everything you want but until then...."
Blah, Blah, Blah, God I hate my mother. All she does is ramble. Sometimes I wish I lived at my own apartment like Carol, or better yet I wish I didn't even have parents in the first place. Maybe their die in some freak accident and I'll be free. Wait, dreams don't come true.
BRINGGGG!
"IT'S CAROL!!!" I yelled to prevent my mother from talking to her. Ugh, Chick talks, yuck.
"Carol?" I questioned.
"Harold?" She mimicked.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor." I muttered.
"I thought that would be one of your jokes."
"HAHAHA...NO!"
"Touchy Touchy, Harold...or wait Harry."
"Don't remind me of that kid....he's creepy."
"He pays the bills."
I had a dirty thought."That doesn't sound right."
"Huh?" Silence then.... "EW! I'm not selling him as a gigalo!"
"You know me too well."
"Unfortunately." She muttered.
"You know you love me."
"Unfortnately."
***
Carol-
I should really break up with him.
Let's not start on that though. This isn't my story to tell. It's Ron's.
Ronald Weasley could confuse every Psych professor at my University to the point of Boggilation (Don't ask Profess- B says it all the time). Of course, I, understand him perfectly.
Then again I've always been smarter then my teachers.
Not that I'm bragging or anything.
No, nothing like that.
Moving on.
I believe Ron. I didn't at first but now I do. His world is real. Somehow he's been knocked out of balance. I guess that must be it. Alternative realities maybe. Confusing ideas, over the head of even the greatest thinkers. If only someone had written a book to tell me what was wrong. Book are my specialty.
Ron would write great books with a mind like his. It wouldn't take an imagination though. His other life's interesting enough for most people.
See I'd been fine with everything about Ron if it wasn't for last Tuesday.
" Ron?" I had asked.
"Yes, Car?" He replied, I winced at the nickname.
"Where'd you get the name for your journal from?" I asked. The unusual first name bothered me but strangely the last name did more over.
"You." He replied bluntly. I felt the world swerve around me....what was he talking about?
"My name's Carol," i said coldly.
"That's what you think." He said and he smiled, a crazy smile, an insane smile.
"I think you better goto bed now." I said trying to hide my fear.
"Nerve struck...."
***
Ron-
Minerva and I have been thinking things over and we've decided that maybe I should act like a muggle. That's the word my story uses. I wish I could remember writing that story. I think it's really quite good. Minerva was my teacher in the story. She quite smart. Minerva's not just in my story though. She's real. Not some figment of my imagination. Carol says my imagination is overactive. I told her that hers was underactive. I don't think she liked that....
***
Harold-
It is kind of disturbing when your girlfriend lives with another guy. Sure he may be a former lunatic but they still share a bathroom.
Then again the relationship between me and Carol is weird. First off she's maybe twice my IQ. She's already in grad school. Not to mention she's about a foot taller then me.
O well that's just the way it goes. She's a great chica you know?
I don't think I like the guy she works for though. He keeps calling me Harry. Gets kind of annoying after a while.
She I don't mind being called it by a loony bin but when some fortune teller at Coney Island starts in on me I get freaked out.
***
The day we discovered Ron was right was a weird one. See Harold and I were on this date. Coney island, you know?
"Man this place is beautiful," i said.
Harold put on a big cheesy voice, "Not as beautiful as you, babe."
SLAP!
"That one really hurt, Babe."
SLAP!
"Chauvinistic pig."
"BA..." he started but seeing my menacing hand he stopped.
"Hey look Cary dearest it's a fortune teller."
I made a face. "I hate those things, there so fake."
"Oh come on, It'll be fun."
"Yeah just like it was fun when you tried to kick the Teletubby guy in the balls."
"Hey how was I supposed to know he was a black belt!"
So into the fortune teller, the Bug Lady, otherwise known as Professor Trelawney.
"Come on mom I need more hair gel money." I said looking pleadingly to my mom.
"No...when you get out of college and get yourself a job you can buy everything you want but until then...."
Blah, Blah, Blah, God I hate my mother. All she does is ramble. Sometimes I wish I lived at my own apartment like Carol, or better yet I wish I didn't even have parents in the first place. Maybe their die in some freak accident and I'll be free. Wait, dreams don't come true.
BRINGGGG!
"IT'S CAROL!!!" I yelled to prevent my mother from talking to her. Ugh, Chick talks, yuck.
"Carol?" I questioned.
"Harold?" She mimicked.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor." I muttered.
"I thought that would be one of your jokes."
"HAHAHA...NO!"
"Touchy Touchy, Harold...or wait Harry."
"Don't remind me of that kid....he's creepy."
"He pays the bills."
I had a dirty thought."That doesn't sound right."
"Huh?" Silence then.... "EW! I'm not selling him as a gigalo!"
"You know me too well."
"Unfortunately." She muttered.
"You know you love me."
"Unfortnately."
***
Carol-
I should really break up with him.
Let's not start on that though. This isn't my story to tell. It's Ron's.
Ronald Weasley could confuse every Psych professor at my University to the point of Boggilation (Don't ask Profess- B says it all the time). Of course, I, understand him perfectly.
Then again I've always been smarter then my teachers.
Not that I'm bragging or anything.
No, nothing like that.
Moving on.
I believe Ron. I didn't at first but now I do. His world is real. Somehow he's been knocked out of balance. I guess that must be it. Alternative realities maybe. Confusing ideas, over the head of even the greatest thinkers. If only someone had written a book to tell me what was wrong. Book are my specialty.
Ron would write great books with a mind like his. It wouldn't take an imagination though. His other life's interesting enough for most people.
See I'd been fine with everything about Ron if it wasn't for last Tuesday.
" Ron?" I had asked.
"Yes, Car?" He replied, I winced at the nickname.
"Where'd you get the name for your journal from?" I asked. The unusual first name bothered me but strangely the last name did more over.
"You." He replied bluntly. I felt the world swerve around me....what was he talking about?
"My name's Carol," i said coldly.
"That's what you think." He said and he smiled, a crazy smile, an insane smile.
"I think you better goto bed now." I said trying to hide my fear.
"Nerve struck...."
***
Ron-
Minerva and I have been thinking things over and we've decided that maybe I should act like a muggle. That's the word my story uses. I wish I could remember writing that story. I think it's really quite good. Minerva was my teacher in the story. She quite smart. Minerva's not just in my story though. She's real. Not some figment of my imagination. Carol says my imagination is overactive. I told her that hers was underactive. I don't think she liked that....
***
Harold-
It is kind of disturbing when your girlfriend lives with another guy. Sure he may be a former lunatic but they still share a bathroom.
Then again the relationship between me and Carol is weird. First off she's maybe twice my IQ. She's already in grad school. Not to mention she's about a foot taller then me.
O well that's just the way it goes. She's a great chica you know?
I don't think I like the guy she works for though. He keeps calling me Harry. Gets kind of annoying after a while.
She I don't mind being called it by a loony bin but when some fortune teller at Coney Island starts in on me I get freaked out.
***
The day we discovered Ron was right was a weird one. See Harold and I were on this date. Coney island, you know?
"Man this place is beautiful," i said.
Harold put on a big cheesy voice, "Not as beautiful as you, babe."
SLAP!
"That one really hurt, Babe."
SLAP!
"Chauvinistic pig."
"BA..." he started but seeing my menacing hand he stopped.
"Hey look Cary dearest it's a fortune teller."
I made a face. "I hate those things, there so fake."
"Oh come on, It'll be fun."
"Yeah just like it was fun when you tried to kick the Teletubby guy in the balls."
"Hey how was I supposed to know he was a black belt!"
So into the fortune teller, the Bug Lady, otherwise known as Professor Trelawney.